Hey hey, thanks for popping in. With my Stilettos and Secrets series you'll laugh, you'll get all hot and steamy, and occasionally you'll even shed a tear. Here's a snippet from one of those teary scenes.
I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
This EMOTIONAL snippet is from TOUCH ME
So far, all three men I’d surprised with my naughty early morning interactions had been willing participants. The idea of being with an older man was very appealing, and there was something about Mr. Henry Addison that had me riveted.
But what if he wasn’t attracted to me? I had to find out.
My shift finished at 6.30a.m, but after the customary wait for Needledick, my boss, to turn up, I figured I had just seventy minutes before Mr. Addison attended the first session of the conference. It was plenty of time to shower, get into my disguise and force myself into his room, but the sense of urgency still ate me up inside.
The pressure to impress this handsome stranger had my hand trembling as I applied black eyeliner to my lower eyelid. I stopped to observe my fingers. What was I doing?
I gripped the hand basin and stared into my green eyes. A little bit of terrified looked back at me.
What had I become? Sick. Perverted.
With a wave of horror, I realized I was no better than Alexander, my cheating bastard ex-fiancé who’d slept with anyone in Mildura with a vagina. Tears fell in rivers down my cheeks and my shoulders heaved as I tried to breathe through the sobbing. The pain of what he did to me was still a raw open wound, even after three years. I’d tried to move on, tried to cleanse my soul, but the misery was still there, twisting the dagger in my heart when I least expected it.
I strode to my bed, plonked down on the covers and reached for the tissues on my side table. The little black and white cow beside the bed lamp caught my eye. Flicking away the tears, I reached for it. The ornament had been a gift from Aunty Ann.
I huffed at the thought of her. My mom’s sister was as wide as she was tall, with melon-sized boobs that filled her lap when she sat down. Aunty Ann was the queen of rhetorical questions. She was also husbandless, childless, and most likely still a virgin, yet she was always offering relationship advice. When she’d handed me this cow, she’d said, “Time to find greener pastures.”
No truer words had come from her mouth.
Four months after Alexander and I officially split up, I moved from Mildura, the town I grew up in, to the Gold Coast, more than one thousand miles away. Even further away in lifestyle. I’d gone from working a nine-to-five job in my father’s stationery store to managing a night shift in a four-star hotel. I’d also gone from having several friends and a fiancé to one friend who I adored more than all the others put together.
Pinching the ceramic cow’s curled-over tail, I removed the secret panel along the ornament’s back. As I swallowed the lump constricting my throat, I plucked my engagement ring from the cow’s belly.
I tugged on my bottom lip to stop my chin from quivering and turned the precious piece over in my fingers. My engagement ring was stunning. A single cushion-cut diamond set in eighteen-carat gold. It was dainty, elegant, and had cost a fortune. At least, that’s what Alexander had told me dozens of times over.
Sunlight caught in the diamond, casting a rainbow of colors up the wall. I stared in awe and recalled Mr. Henry Addison’s comment about a rainbow earlier this morning. Thumbing away a tear that had trickled to my upper lip, I stood up and walked into the open air on my balcony.
A warm breeze swept up from the ocean and glided over my skin. The rain was long gone, replaced instead with glorious sunshine, and I inhaled the crisp, clean air. I kissed the diamond on my engagement ring and screamed as I pegged the most expensive piece of jewelry I owned towards the ocean.
The sun glinted off the ring for one brief second before I lost sight of it. Someone with a metal detector was about to have a lucky find in the sand.
All I wanted was a hug. To have someone tell me everything will be okay. I wanted a man I could trust. A man who I could love, and who would love me equally in return. I had no idea what type of man that was. Where had I gone so wrong? Growing up in small-town Australia hadn’t helped. My options there had been limited.
A sob caught in my throat and I clutched at the railing to force it back. I didn’t want to cry. I’d done enough crying. It was time, well and truly time for me to move on. I decided there and then that throwing that ring signified the end of my mourning. Maybe my inner Memphis was my subconscious showing me the way. My naughty alter-ego was introducing me to men that would never have crossed my path otherwise.
Was that such a bad thing?
I’d analyzed, scrutinized, replayed over and over, and dreamed about what I’d been doing during the last couple of weeks, and each time I’d come to the same conclusion—I was doing nothing wrong.
What did I want?
Right now, the only answer was that I wanted to get my rocks off with Mr. Henry Addison. I peeled my fingers off the balcony railing and went back inside.
I fixed my panda eyes, wiping away the ruined eyeliner and reapplying it with a now calm hand. I was back in control. The clock indicated we had approximately fifty minutes together before Henry was due in his first seminar session. That was long enough.
Once I was dressed, I did my customary inspection in the mirror to confirm I was complete. I adjusted my wig, tugged down my costume and then buttoned up my trench coat. On impulse, I changed my black patent heels to a pair of strappy cherry red shoes. Everything was now perfect.
Except for my smile.
I planted happiness onto my face, grabbed a large red handbag and strode out my door to the elevator. I pressed the button for the ninth floor. Henry Addison had a penthouse suite. Two floors all to himself, including a rooftop terrace with a lap pool and sun deck.
I paused at his door and listened. Nothing. My usual entry routine might not work with Henry, I already knew he was awake. I decided to knock instead, and I held my breath until the door opened to his smoky eyes and debonair smile.
If you like to read a FUN scene, you can click HERE
If you'd like to read something a bit STEAMY, you can click HERE
But what if he wasn’t attracted to me? I had to find out.
My shift finished at 6.30a.m, but after the customary wait for Needledick, my boss, to turn up, I figured I had just seventy minutes before Mr. Addison attended the first session of the conference. It was plenty of time to shower, get into my disguise and force myself into his room, but the sense of urgency still ate me up inside.
The pressure to impress this handsome stranger had my hand trembling as I applied black eyeliner to my lower eyelid. I stopped to observe my fingers. What was I doing?
I gripped the hand basin and stared into my green eyes. A little bit of terrified looked back at me.
What had I become? Sick. Perverted.
With a wave of horror, I realized I was no better than Alexander, my cheating bastard ex-fiancé who’d slept with anyone in Mildura with a vagina. Tears fell in rivers down my cheeks and my shoulders heaved as I tried to breathe through the sobbing. The pain of what he did to me was still a raw open wound, even after three years. I’d tried to move on, tried to cleanse my soul, but the misery was still there, twisting the dagger in my heart when I least expected it.
I strode to my bed, plonked down on the covers and reached for the tissues on my side table. The little black and white cow beside the bed lamp caught my eye. Flicking away the tears, I reached for it. The ornament had been a gift from Aunty Ann.
I huffed at the thought of her. My mom’s sister was as wide as she was tall, with melon-sized boobs that filled her lap when she sat down. Aunty Ann was the queen of rhetorical questions. She was also husbandless, childless, and most likely still a virgin, yet she was always offering relationship advice. When she’d handed me this cow, she’d said, “Time to find greener pastures.”
No truer words had come from her mouth.
Four months after Alexander and I officially split up, I moved from Mildura, the town I grew up in, to the Gold Coast, more than one thousand miles away. Even further away in lifestyle. I’d gone from working a nine-to-five job in my father’s stationery store to managing a night shift in a four-star hotel. I’d also gone from having several friends and a fiancé to one friend who I adored more than all the others put together.
Pinching the ceramic cow’s curled-over tail, I removed the secret panel along the ornament’s back. As I swallowed the lump constricting my throat, I plucked my engagement ring from the cow’s belly.
I tugged on my bottom lip to stop my chin from quivering and turned the precious piece over in my fingers. My engagement ring was stunning. A single cushion-cut diamond set in eighteen-carat gold. It was dainty, elegant, and had cost a fortune. At least, that’s what Alexander had told me dozens of times over.
Sunlight caught in the diamond, casting a rainbow of colors up the wall. I stared in awe and recalled Mr. Henry Addison’s comment about a rainbow earlier this morning. Thumbing away a tear that had trickled to my upper lip, I stood up and walked into the open air on my balcony.
A warm breeze swept up from the ocean and glided over my skin. The rain was long gone, replaced instead with glorious sunshine, and I inhaled the crisp, clean air. I kissed the diamond on my engagement ring and screamed as I pegged the most expensive piece of jewelry I owned towards the ocean.
The sun glinted off the ring for one brief second before I lost sight of it. Someone with a metal detector was about to have a lucky find in the sand.
All I wanted was a hug. To have someone tell me everything will be okay. I wanted a man I could trust. A man who I could love, and who would love me equally in return. I had no idea what type of man that was. Where had I gone so wrong? Growing up in small-town Australia hadn’t helped. My options there had been limited.
A sob caught in my throat and I clutched at the railing to force it back. I didn’t want to cry. I’d done enough crying. It was time, well and truly time for me to move on. I decided there and then that throwing that ring signified the end of my mourning. Maybe my inner Memphis was my subconscious showing me the way. My naughty alter-ego was introducing me to men that would never have crossed my path otherwise.
Was that such a bad thing?
I’d analyzed, scrutinized, replayed over and over, and dreamed about what I’d been doing during the last couple of weeks, and each time I’d come to the same conclusion—I was doing nothing wrong.
What did I want?
Right now, the only answer was that I wanted to get my rocks off with Mr. Henry Addison. I peeled my fingers off the balcony railing and went back inside.
I fixed my panda eyes, wiping away the ruined eyeliner and reapplying it with a now calm hand. I was back in control. The clock indicated we had approximately fifty minutes together before Henry was due in his first seminar session. That was long enough.
Once I was dressed, I did my customary inspection in the mirror to confirm I was complete. I adjusted my wig, tugged down my costume and then buttoned up my trench coat. On impulse, I changed my black patent heels to a pair of strappy cherry red shoes. Everything was now perfect.
Except for my smile.
I planted happiness onto my face, grabbed a large red handbag and strode out my door to the elevator. I pressed the button for the ninth floor. Henry Addison had a penthouse suite. Two floors all to himself, including a rooftop terrace with a lap pool and sun deck.
I paused at his door and listened. Nothing. My usual entry routine might not work with Henry, I already knew he was awake. I decided to knock instead, and I held my breath until the door opened to his smoky eyes and debonair smile.
If you like to read a FUN scene, you can click HERE
If you'd like to read something a bit STEAMY, you can click HERE
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